—Apollo's POV—
you want to know something interesting about me?
I didn't believe at love at first sight—then I met her.
She was absolutely stunning I tell you—stunning, beautiful, amazing. Maybe that was exaggeration, but to me, especially right now—it rung nothing but truth. She was buzzing with life, to the tip of her head, down to her toes.
Her short black hair, straighter than a straw—unbent, untouched—those eyes that shined with life, brown and green mixed as one, swirling magnificently to form a garden in those eyes I could get lost in for hours, drowning me in her pool of light green of the mix.
And that smile, wide and glowing, a grin that made me grin back, flushing red at it's sight. I saw that smile for the first time and knew, I just knew, I'd be the one to make her smile every morning when we woke up, as the sun shone on her, and only her because she was all I was able to see in all her shining glory.
Body not the skinniest, but beautiful anyway, short but high with hopes, besides, I wasn't after a girl with a good body, women don't need to be skinny as twigs to be accepted—what a body needs is for their holder to be comfortable with it. And, that's the body she seemed to possess.
Legs not too long but not too short.
Her clothes she wore, not slim or low-cut, not sexy, not reveling, but it matched her, it made up of her, and it went well with her perfect imperfect light, milky skin, each pimple not mattering because it just made up her, who she was, what she looked like.
And that's who she was, perfectly imperfect.
Honestly, I don't know where these feelings came from, but there were there, when I looked at Meg, my mind was telling me one thing, and my heart was telling me another.
I know, I know, this is cheesy, it's stupid, but I've been thinking lately, for some absurd reason, could I possibly be as you mortals call it crushing on Margret Macaffrey.
Possibly.
That was strange to think, but I had not been given much time as Meg's eyes fluttered open and she looked around—dazed.
She groaned and sat up, looking at me and asking, "what are you looking at?" Before reacting for the nightstand and grabbing her glasses and placing them on her face.
I didn't know why to say, the girl left be tongue-tied—which was a strange thing to say, coming from me at least.
She got out from her bed and stretched, "I'm going up to the—" she was cut off by something, I really didn't want to know what, but the young woman's eyes widened and she mumbled "one moment" before walking away.
It had been a good ten minutes before she returned, looking quite sick, I asked, "Meg, you seem under the weather—would you like for me to figure out what's—" he was cut off quickly with a, "No!"
Apollo cleared his throat and nodded, "alright then, in assuming you know what's wrong wth yourself?" He asked.
She nodded.
"What is it?" I asked. The black haired girl simply shook her head and thrusted her thumb towards the door, singling for a clear let's go.
I nodded simply as I trailed behind her, walking out of the door.
Upon reaching the cafeteria Meg disappeared into the swarm of other Mortals to go get food I assume.
I did the same to fit in, since obviously I am not usually one to be eating food, other than Ambrosia.
Us two met back up around the seating area and sat down, I picked at the obvious choice of mortal food—Bacon as Meg seemed to enjoy her eggs and bread throughly.
She seemed to be deep in thought, sinking as if it was quicksand, forgetting about the earth momentarily.
I stood up and declared a would be right back.
Meg simply nodded.
I left, headed away the our room upon the ship, something was coming to me, like I able to see into all these mortals petty futures, but not entirely, all of them, all of them seemed boring, but when I looked at Meg, I don't know what, but something, I knew something important was going to happen soon—but what?
That girl always confused me, I don't know why but she's always been a mystery to me, a case I could never crack, alway something that girl was hiding—but something, whatever was happening, it had to do with me.
I needed a clear place to think.
I sat down on my bed, my powers, they were there, but hardly, like I was just hardly holding onto them.
A feeling was stirring in my chest, I knew this feeling, it was odd, but it was there, that then it just happened. My power to see into the future, I still had it, I just needed more control over it.
I don't know what Nero wants with my powers, but he's obviously not giving up on getting them easily.
This was bad, very, very bad.
Nero, he was the kind of person who would take someone close to his enemies to get information from them.
That when it hit me, this idea, to go to Rome, this was bad, very bad to me.
What if he hurt Meg? What if that was the big thing that was coming up in her life? The one that I was connected to.
That must be it, there really isn't anything else that could be happening to her in the near future that was connected to me.
I must tell her, it's important for her to know these things.
I quickly stood, rushing to get back to that cafeteria to find her, looking around, I finally spot her.
I ran over to her, sitting across from her.
"Meg, there's something we need to talk about" Apollo said.
Meg sighed, "I need to talk to you about something to, it's really important" her voice, it was shaky, it seemed that I could shatter it so easily, that wasn't good.
"Meg—" I was cut off by the girl once more, "Apollo, please, let me speak" she said.
I sighed and nodded, "alright then Meg, what is it that you must tell me?" I asked her.
"I'm pregnant."
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I know this was quite short. I apologize.
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